Page 84 of Demon's Savior
Roger removes her hand from his chest. "Get the fuck out now!"
"Rog—"
“What don’t you fucking understand?” Roger stares at Agent Contee as she steps back in fear at Roger’s cold demeanor. "I want you gone. I want you gone, now!"
"I'm sorry. I just—"
Roger lifts his hand, silencing her. Sighing, she glances over at me, and I smile at her. She turns back to Roger one final time before she walks out.
"D, we got a situation."
"Not what I want to hear, Roger." I walk over and stand in front of him. He takes a deep breath.
"It's Kira."
"What about Kira? I had Tiny go pick her up from the doctor's office."
He shakes his head, and I'm confused about what he is trying to tell me.
Roger runs his hand down his face and looks me in the eye. "Tiny was found by a couple of good Samaritans and rushed to the hospital. Last I heard, he made it through surgery, but he’s in critical condition. He was stabbed multiple times. Razor got a call from a friend at the hospital that Tiny was calling out for Kira, but she was nowhere to be found."
When I heard his last comment, it was like the air was sucked out of the room. Like I was punched in the stomach. The room began to spin, and I had to grip the cell bars to keep my body from collapsing on the floor. My world, my family...
When the news finally settles within my soul, it hits me. My agony for her and my unborn child is replaced with pure rage, and my demeanor completely changes.
"Get me out of here now, Roger! I want out of this bitch.”
"I'm working on it, D, but you have to calm down. We’re headed for the interrogation room. Keep calm and answer only what I allow."
"Roger, I can't promise to remain calm when my fucking wife and unborn child are in danger."
My mind at this moment has so many thoughts running through it, I don't even realize the guard has approached.
"Mr. Satterfield, Mr. Tyler is to be taken to room 322," the guard says politely.
Roger nods and steps back as the guard opens the door. "Remember to stay calm. I got it handled, D. You will be out of here in no time."
I agree to try to remain calm, but my heart is in complete turmoil. My family is missing. Missing because of me. It’s all I can think about as I am handcuffed and escorted down the long hallway.
My family, my family.
We stop in front of a door. Roger looks at me and nods, mouthing the words, “I got you.”
The guard escorts us into the room, handcuffs me to the table, and then he exits the room.
"D, I know this is a difficult time, but remember I got it handled and you will be out of here in less than an hour as long as you keep your cool."
The door opens a few minutes later and in walks Agents Harris and Douglas, both with smug looks on their faces. Agent Contee followed them but didn't take her eyes off Roger.
"Mr. Tyler, we’ll be taping this interrogation." Agent Douglas smirks as I glare at him.
"First, I would like to say, Mr. Austin Tyler, you have been charged in the disappearance and murder of Cody ‘Spike’ Daniels, member of the motorcycle club called Demons United," Agent Harris states. "Can you state your name for the record?"
I glance over to Roger, and he nods his head. Agent Douglas scoffs.
"Austin Michael Tyler."
"And are you the president of the motorcycle club known as Demons United?"
